A Duet : a duologue by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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'I only hope you'll find me out gradually and not suddenly,' said he. 'Now, Maude, we have all day and all London before us. What shall we do? I want you to choose.' 'I am quite happy whatever we do. I am content to sit here with you until evening.' Her idea of a happy holiday set them both laughing. 'Come along,' said he, 'we shall discuss it as we go.' The workman's family was still waiting, and Maude handed the child a shilling as she went out. She was so happy herself that she wanted every one else to be happy also. The people turned to look at her as she passed. With the slight flush upon her cheeks and the light in her eyes, she seemed the personification of youth, and life, and love. One tall old gentleman started as he looked, and watched her with a rapt face until she disappeared. Some cheek had flushed and some eye had brightened at his words once, and sweet old days had for an instant lived again. 'Shall we have a cab?' 'O Frank, we must learn to be economical. Let us walk.' 'I can't and won't be economical to-day.' 'There now! See what a bad influence I have upon you.' |
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